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midnight's mare

1985

midnight's mare
haunts the words i share
when the hour is long
and the night is deep

midnight's mare
always rides me bare
through the dark of the field
and the hill that is steep

  hooves clatter on the stone
  of my heart
  when the brittle
  breaks my teeth
  past the shadows of the moon

  the foam from my mouth
  scatter in the wind
  when my wings
  are caught
  in the fingers of the moon

midnight's mare
speeds through thoughts is dare
speak with the voice of my mind
when the clock stands still

midnight's mare
at the hour of twelve
dares  my sould to be naked
stripped of my will

© Jacques Steyn